"Really???? I must put in my profile, that if you are MARRIED you should be FAITHFUL?? I, as a submissive, need to say that to a Dominant??? REALLY?"  -this is a direct quote from me to a 'dominant.' 

Let me be CRYSTAL CLEAR I am looking for an unmarried, unattached man. I don't give  a whit if your wife is horrible, in Australia, disabled, or a whore. A TRUE DOMINANT, in my eyes at least, is a man who gets out of an unpleasant relationship AND heals from it before he begins another. And to be clear, I am looking for a relationship NOT a fuck. A relationship with an unmarried, unattached Dominant.

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."
— Anaïs Nin

submissive

Hear me now, dominants of the world.

I am incredibly strong minded and capable.
I am opinionated.
I am vocal.
I am independent.
I am beautiful.
I am proud.
I am awfully intelligent.
I am not naturally passive.

And I am magnificent when I willingly choose to kneel before
a man because of it.

(shamelessly borrowed from another's profile)

this is just a story, a fantasy. Maybe if i am lucky one day it will come true.

We had hiked for 2 hours to reach our destination. Master had carried the big, heavy pack, and I the one full of toys. It was very distracting knowing in my backpack were all his favorite clips, clamps, wheels, dildos, ropes, paddles, floggers, gags, and bottles of lube. All I wanted to do for the whole 2 hour hike was stop, strip and dump out that backpack and try each one. Master knows I am always in a constant state of arousal. Especially when he is in my line of vision. And of course he led the way, strong and virile. While I picked my way behind him my backpack jingling, rattling and I knew what was making all those delicious noises...things that would make me make all kinds of delicious noises. You see I am a screamer, a moaner, a noisy, noisy subbie.

We arrived at the cutest little cabin, it looked like a one room cabin, the outhouse situated down wind, and a pretty little stream splashing along the edge of the clearing, and Master told me I could take off my backpack. I took it off and laid it down gently. I didn't want to break any of the fun new toys in there...no way! Master told me to go to the stream, strip and wash up. He handed me a bar of camper's soap and told me to take my time and get extra clean. I bounced to the stream, yanked off my clothes and jumped into the cool stream. BRRRR my massive nipples hardened to point. But even though the water was cool, it felt so good. I washed all my naughty bits, then my waist length red hair.

When I came up from rinsing my hair, Master was in the stream with me. I looked into his eyes and he said, "Go ahead Baby, you have been wanting to all day haven't you?" I couldn't answer him because my face was buried in his crotch. I savored him, sucked him, laved his balls, deep throated his cock, all never losing eye contact with Master. I love his cock. I worship his balls. I want to stay like this forever. I would, if given a chance. Master tells me to stand. I pout, which gets me a sharp smack to my upturned ass. I stand, disappointed in myself that I even momentarily disobeyed Master. He tells me to bathe him so that we can both get out and check out the cabin. YAY!! I get to run my hands, all slippery with soap, all over his glorious body, AND get to fondle his cock and balls again! YAYAYYYY I finish bathing Master, (and swallowing his cum, ) and we step out of the stream.

Master has set out 2 towels. Just like at home. One for my hair, and one for our bodies, mine first, then his. After we are dry, Master puts on fresh shorts and a t-shirt. I am not surprised there are no clothes for me. Master prefers me nude. He says he likes have instant access. I think he is telling the truth. Many times as I would walk by him at home he would stop me for a quick munch of my pussy, or a vicious, and delicious pinch of my nipple. I love my Master.

Master hooks his favorite leash to my collar. This is our 6 month anniversary of my collar. lol our vanilla friends thought it was a wedding...and it was, legally. But before the JP got there, we had our true commitment ceremony. Master and I, before our 'scene' friends and family. I knelt, nude, in front of my Master, eyes shining bright with love and he put my collar on my neck, told me I belong to him, my life, my soul, my body and my being are his. And he will care for me for eternity. It is gold, looks similar to an omega chain, but it has a circle fastening it in the front, very decorative, and useful. Master uses my collar every day. And I must touch it thousands of times a day, still incredulous that he chose me.

Anyway, he leads me to the cabin, opens the door and leads me in. My entire pussy begins to swell and throb and my nipples immediately harden at what I see..... a MASSIVE 4 poster canopy bed, restraints dripping from every conceivable place. And a pulley system to rival a theater's! I am so excited, I begin to moan. Master points out the piece de resistance... he has a separate pulley system set up for clamps for my nipples and pussy...... I actually begin to salivate and rub my thighs together.

Master tells me this weekend we will be training. It seems back at home, some of the neighbors have begun to complain about my vocalizations. Now I am loud. I love to scream. I think it makes an orgasm so much better. Plus I thought Master loved to make me scream. He tells me to scream when my is reddening my sweet spot with his paddle, scream when he turns the fucking machine on 10, scream when he ties me tight and forces me to orgasm until I pass out. He TELLS me to scream, to beg!! I promise!!

I look at Master, I am so afraid he is disappointed in me. Master assures me that although he may enjoy making me scream and he knows I enjoy it too, that I must learn to not scream when told not to. So this weekend he will be training me. Out in the Remote Wilderness, to only scream when he tells me to.... I am so excited about his new training that my hand just drifts to my pussy and I touch my outer labia, looking for that moistness to delve my finger into so I can draw it forward to my clit. Master watches as I begin to fondle myself, to lightly circle my clit to find that sweet suction between my finger and the hood of my clit. My vision clouds as I get it just right when I realize that I have not asked permission to touch my Master's pussy. He calls me to him, and as he pulls me over his knee and raises his hand to take aim, my training begins.

Thank you Master.

Only a fantasy, until my Master makes it come true.

I come home, he is waiting, the house is quiet....Kneel,
he says I kneel, fully clothed, handbag still in my
hand. Open your mouth, demands my Sir I do as he asks, with
no fear only a sopping wet pussy in a matter of milliseconds.
I love when he starts with no warning. I love being taken by surprise. Makes me know he has been
thinking about me. Sir inserts a ball gag and lifts my hair
to fasten it underneath my waist length flame hair. He pulls
me up by my hair....Gawd.... I love my hair pulled, love that feeling of being led and
it just makes me almost orgasm. I stumble to my feet, eyes shining with lust. Strip,
says the love of my life. I gasp, our foyer faces the
neighborhood, with 4 foot sidelights. It is 7pm, the foyer
is lit and the neighborhood is in for a show. I hope the hot MILF across the street is watching....
with her hand in her jeans like she was when I was in this same
spot sucking my Sir's cock dry yesterday. Maybe she
will come over and play..... I quickly strip off my clothes, revealing the body Sir loves to make sing. I am standing
in front of Sir, hands to the side, ball gag in place, honey
dripping from my quivering pussy, huge auerolas and nipples
on my 38DDD breasts begging to be clamped, clothes pinned,
spanked, cropped, slapped, or pinched.

Thank you Master